Taking His Virgin - Club Lush

“Stop,” I ordered, making her cease immediately, “you must never touch me without expressed permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master,” she said, in a broken tone that made me want to cry.

She sank to her knees. Her lovely head hung. Her big, beautiful eyes to the floor, submitting to my wrath. The wrath I could feel brewing in the darkest corner of my mind, urging me to destroy this beautiful, pure little creature before it was too late.

“Please punish me,” she said, between soft sobs, “do what you like. I am yours.”

I could feel my hand ball into a fist. Ready to strike, to smash, to destroy. It had only happened once before, and I still remembered all too well what had happened.

“Get out of here,” I growled, “get upstairs and go to bed. Lock the door behind you.”

There was a flash of fear in her doe-eyes and then a look of perfect understanding. She left quickly without running and went up the stairs to the room I had first put her in. When she was safely away, locked behind the sturdy door, I went up myself, struck by sudden tiredness that went well beyond the physical.

The fatigue was terrible, the result of the battle within myself. Inner demons locked in battle with better angels. The angels finally coming out victorious, swords and faces soiled with unholy blood. The image was so striking I knew I had to try and paint it. It was just possible it might get me to the level I always wanted to be.

Despite the exhaustion of mind and spirit, I just couldn’t get to sleep. Even after counting flocks of sheep floating over the bed in the dark. The bedsheets twisted around me. It was an answer as obvious as the question. Something was missing. It had been for a while, though I’d only recently realized. Despite the late realization, it was also abundantly clear that I was to get no rest and have no peace until the gap in my life was filled.

The lock clicked softly in the dark. I had a key for every door in the house, there being nowhere I couldn’t easily go. She was already asleep. Laying in beautiful repose. The silken blankets and heavy duvet covering her tender nakedness. Amanda looked so peaceful, what appeared to be the ghost of a smile touching her sweet lips. I both loved and hated the gentle innocence of her face.

Seizing the edge of the covers, I pulled them back, revealing her glory, trying to focus on how sexy her body was. A fool’s inspiration as it turned out because, before I knew it, I was joining my young muse under the covers, taking her in my embrace. With her gentle warmth against me and the sweet smell of her filling my senses, I was asleep within seconds.Chapter Fourteen - AmandaEverything was illuminated. Pure white light from the morning sun poured in through the open curtains, warming everything it touched. I awoke refreshed and ready for more training. Of course, assuming that Warren wanted to do it. I would never go against him again. It was a promise I made to myself the night before.

Whatever he wanted that it was in my power to give, he could have. My body, mind, heart, and soul were all completely his to work to his own ends, even at a cost to myself. He had shown me a world I never knew existed and, even though it had only been a night, making my master happy was the only thing that mattered to me.

I felt a slight movement beside me. It was then that I noticed the surrounding arm, only recently returned to the waking world. Warren must have come in while I was sleeping. It was well within his rights as my master. I was just a bit surprised. Particularly with how he was holding me like I was a big teddy bear. It felt wonderful and was far more intimate than anything I’d experienced, including when I’d had his cock in my mouth and when he’d licked me. Both of those instances had been wonderful but had been almost purely physical. The cuddling he gave me in bed that morning felt like something else, something more profound.

I could feel his cock against me, rigid and warm. Had it been like that when he got into bed with me, or was it morning wood? Either way, it was really sexy, and I felt the fire start to burn in my belly. Feelings that I’d been taught were ‘impure’ and ‘sinful’ nonetheless rising up within me. I was so tempted to reach back and wrap my hand around his cock, but he had been absolutely clear about me not touching him without permission. He could touch me whenever he wanted, but he was the master. I needed permission.